The cicadas were whispering, the treetops swayed gently in the wind, and Hong Lian was floating behind the window frame. Looking outside, she looked at the focused side face behind the easel, and was a little dazed.

The brush and ink are sprinkled with the blank painting, and a huge outline is outlined.

“………I don’t know if that person has a high level of cultivation.”

While wandering around with his pen, Lu Liangsheng also had other thoughts. If the other party has a high level of cultivation and is a powerful character, it is the stupidest behavior to take risks alone. Including it, it is the first time he has competed with someone with a Taoist practice, so he dare not be careless.

"Well, call Sun Yingxian."

Thinking of this, Lu Liangsheng stopped the brush and took out a yellow talisman in his sleeve bag. He shook in the air, and the yellow paper ignited the flames.

Floating in the air, the moment it landed.

The pine trees on the other side of the courtyard wall were whirling lightly, and the treetops swung randomly. A figure fell down with leaves, slapped at the dust on his body.

Lu Liangsheng looked at the corner of his mouth and looked at the Taoist whose head was still wrapped around branches.

"...Are you nearby?"

"This road... take a nap on it." Sun Ying pointed to the pine behind the courtyard wall indifferently.

He looked into the room, took out a piece of cake from his cloth pocket, sat down and sucked his stomach with the tea next to him.

"The old toad didn't come out to bask in the sun?"

Lu Liangsheng knocked his head: "Is that appropriate to call him in front of his apprentice?"

The pen tip turned, dipped it in the ink inkstone, continued to draw, and turned its back to the Taoist, and continued to speak.

"Master, he ran away with the gourd in his arms... By the way, I asked you to come here for this evening. I want you to hold the person behind the scenes, so I will go directly to find him."

"You asked me to fight with him?" Sun Yingxian's eyes lit up and she licked the cake dregs on her hands. "This method is also good."

"Let Bendao think about what to prepare?"

"I don't know if the cinnabar and talisman paper are enough... Well, there is also black dog blood. If the other party uses the silhouette technique again, it will be useful... Where can I find black dog blood..."

The Taoist stroked the short beard on his chin and turned his head. He saw a big black dog sticking out his tongue.

The black dog seemed to feel something. He opened his eyes and saw the shadow of a human being covering him. A human with a sharp-mouthed cheek opposite his vision showed a terrible smile.

He whined.

He instantly clamped his tail and shivered.

*******

The sky light poured over the city, and the light shone through the rows of houses. On the other side of the city, in a large mansion, incense lingers in a wing room, floating out of the window lattice.

When two figures walked over the eaves of the corridor, a door creaked and opened gently. A maid walked out lightly, tidied her skirt, and blushed on her cheeks. When she saw the two people coming, she hurriedly bowed to one of the old men with a little fat body.

"master."

With a low voice, the maid's gaze was drooping, and the golden thread approached with a long blue sway, slightly raised her face, and it was an old man with a square hole patterned robe.

The visitor looked at the maid and looked at the closed door there.

"Can you feel comfortable serving the real person?"

The maid blushed and nodded: "Yes."

The old man waved his sleeves and asked her to retreat. Then he walked to the door and raised his hand and knocked twice.

Before the second time was knocked, the door opened silently, and smoke filled the inside. In the hazy, a Taoist priest with a Yin-Yang Taoist robe with a high bun and a hairpin was sitting cross-legged on the horizontal couch, pinching his fingers and lying on the lyrics.

It seemed that he knew the person who came, so he stopped his stammering lips and opened his eyes: "Zhang Fuzhu."

The old man changed his expression outside the door and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

"Zhang Dongming, I've seen a real person."

Opposite, the Taoist let go of his feet and landed on the ground, took the dust on the side and closed the door by himself. No matter how many times the old man next to him looked, he would be amazed every time.

But at the moment, I felt a little impatient and spoke without waiting for the Taoist to speak first.

"Real person, how long will it take to get the spiritual medicine? My son's health is getting worse day by day. If he drags on, he will be afraid he will not be able to wait."

The man's cheeks were thin, but he had a beard on his face. He pinched his fingers and looked at the old man.

"The son was only injured by the fox charm. The yin was strong and the yang was insufficient. He could still last a month. Zhang Fuzhu was not in a hurry. Yesterday, my magic was broken. I expected that the Zhou Mansion would also invite a master. When the night fell, I would fight with the other party again."

Zhang Dongming didn't know what to say.

When he talked to the Zhou Mansion, he was also considered a relative of his children. The daughter of a famous scholar in Hegu County had an engagement with his son. But three months ago, the only son in the family had somehow often studied at night. When the servants outside his room reported that they could often hear the voices of women in the house.

At first I thought my son would do something to mess with, but that was not a big deal. Which man had three wives and four concubines?

Later, I found that my son's face was getting worse day by day, and his body was thinner, his cheeks were deep, and his eyes were still full of energy. I found a doctor and said that he was weak in energy and weak in energy and was listless.

However, after taking the medicine, he did not improve. Instead, he suddenly fell ill. One day, his wife remembered the rumors among the servants and got up in the middle of the night to look. Through the window frame, she could hear the sound of men and women loving each other. She poked the window paper. When she looked inside, she found a woman snuggling beside her son, and the shadow of a tail was shaking on the wall behind her.

He invited a mage from a famous Taoist temple outside the city overnight. The mage investigated and said that Yang Yuan had suffered serious losses and needed a prescription of spiritual medicine to cure. Otherwise, even if he was cured, he would probably not have any children in the future.

Zhang Dongming is just such a single seedling. If he has no offspring, his old Zhang family will be completely cut off.

A few days later, the Taoist named Mingyang returned and said that he had found the place of the elixir. Only then did he realize that it was the family of his children and in-laws. After this incident, he naturally did not dare to tell the story of his son's addiction to the vixen. He did not tell him if he was spreading it. He was afraid that he would anger Zhou Ying, who was quite famous, would break off the engagement. He had to grit his teeth and let the Taoist cast spells secretly first, which would lead to the beginning and the beginning of the present.

The old man sighed and bowed: "Then it's time for real people."

"You don't have to be polite by your master Zhang."

The Taoist shook the dust, opened the door and walked out, and ordered the official in the mansion outside to put the altar in front of the door. He looked at the sky with his eagle-like eyes and grinned.

"......break my plan, hum, let you know that I am amazing, I'm going to make a decision."

Walking to the atrium of the backyard, the sky gradually faded, and the old trees in the courtyard swayed.

When Yangming walked to the altar, the incense candles on it spontaneously ignited, illuminating his thin face and brushed his wide sleeves away: "Go and meet fellow Taoists over there!"

A white piece of paper flew out, bringing out a cold wind.

...

The sky was tilted and gradually darkened. In the side courtyard of Zhou Mansion, the black dog bandaged his limbs were sobbing and curled in his nest and shivering. Sun Yingxian held half a bowl of black dog blood and wiped away the sweat from his face.

The figure of the easel over there was still writing quickly. He couldn't help but walk over and looked over.

Qingmo left the pen tip on the paper page, outlining a huge ferocious beast crouching, with a tiger-body body, a wide nose and bloody mouth, fangs like rakes, and a very long mane on the whole body, like a steel needle standing up and down, a ferocious and terrifying look that he chose to devour.

"It looks scary..." Sun Yingxian commented.

Lu Liangsheng closed the "Mountain and Sea Tuzhi" and looked at the ferocious beasts drawn on it, but he felt a different feeling. A green aura that no one else could see in the painting floated out and penetrated into his chest.

The righteous path of the universe runs on its own, as if it blends with the green energy.

As if he had a heart-to-heart relationship, Lu Liangsheng stopped the brush, ignored the Taoist's objection and directly took out a little cinnabar from his bag, threw it into the teacup and melted it, and the tip of the pen was dipped.

"Hey, this cinnabar is not ordinary, don't waste it!" Sun Yingxian picked up the teacup with precious eyes and quickly took out the yellow paper and brush.

Before he could draw talismans, he stared blankly at the scholar who had raised his hand, and the red pen tip was shining.

"What do you want to do?" Taoist couldn't help asking.

Lu Liangsheng did not answer. The nib of the bulging pen seemed heavy, and it shook slightly in his hand. Then, it slowly tapped the eyes of the ferocious beast and drew a pair of scarlet eyes.

Open your eyes!

Next second.

A vague roar came from the painting, which was a roar like a tiger's low hissing, or a pig's roar squeezed out from his throat.

At that moment, the old pine outside the courtyard wall was startled a bird, and the dim sky was circling and did not dare to fall. Inside the house, Nie Honglian felt that the air became depressed. Even the short figure under the bed put down the gourd, crawled out a little and looked around in the room.

Outside the house.

Sun Yingxian stood there with a numb scalp, and his hands holding the bowl were shaking unconsciously. The things on the painting were not like beasts on earth at all.

"What's this...this thing, called?"

The scholar over there flipped his fingers over the page, and wrote in a corner of the painting: "南". The second word, a cold wind blew in the distant sky.

Flowers and plants around the side courtyard were shaking wildly. Two people in the courtyard turned around. On the back courtyard wall, a big green-faced and fanged ghost floated down.

Lu Liangsheng closed the scroll and turned his head to scream into the room.
Chapter completed!